RIC S. BASTASA

27 - Poem by RIC S. BASTASA

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see the path of lifein opaqueness, learn to breathethrough the eyes, do not trust love that muchfor it, like everything else, comes and goes, bliss, hatred, rottenness, each man stands by the side of his doorwayand hides his handsinside his pocketsome however learnsto shove orhold their hands outto be free.